Today, the rest of my summer fell like the leaves on the trees.
I'm quietly listening to the rain, as the taps of my fingers make a pleasant sound,
trying to remind my self that I'm not alone in this house when it reaches a cold and bitter silence.
The sound of thunder is oddly soothing,
its like the collision of two galaxies, never making peace.
But it is alright, because in the end, someone is always left unhappy.
But, I'm just normally content. I am content with all of my decisions, and I made them for a reason.
It okay if things fall apart, or fall together.
because no matter what, my heart is always going to be exactly what it is, forever apart.
No mess of bandages will fix it, no surgery can help.
It will be what it always is, a little packaged heart.
It may have some bumps, scrapes, been dropped, and even forgotten,
But it will always have that everlasting need for romance and compassion.
wrote a while ago.